One Month Anniversaire!!

Today marks one month of being in Paris!  Does that feel like a time warp to anyone else??  I feel like I JUST got here.  That’s insane.  I realize I have posted all of two times in the past month, and I do intend to have a higher blogging frequency now that I can start getting settled, and I'm not wasting time fruitlessly searching for apartments and crying.

 

As you know, my first two weeks were pretty physically/emotionally/mentally draining, I had a couple mini meltdowns, and then proceeded to buckle under the stress of not being able to find an apartment and ended up getting a place that is waaaay-hay-hay over my budget.  I will therefore be eating PB&J sandwiches every day in order to pay for my apartment…WHICH by the way, is awesome and adorable and on my favorite street in the world, and I absolutely love it!!! 

I may regret it in a few months when I have absolutely no money left over to do anything but sit in my apartment and eat crackers.  But it’s only a 6 month lease, so I figure…how often do I get to live in Paris???  (Once every 29 years, historically).   

I can live in my dream apartment for 6 months in its perfect location with its adorable courtyards, stroll up and down my adorable street stuffing my face with pastries & sighing in happiness, and THEN, when the lease is up, face reality, cut down on my carb and sugar consumption, and find something cheaper. 

But for now…IT’S AMAZING!!!  I seriously smile every time I walk down my adorable amazing street, Rue Cler, which is featured in guidebooks and has always been an immediate must-visit street every time I’ve come to Paris over the years…please see how adorable:

And then more smiling again when I walk through the adorable amazing courtyard…

And then again when I sit at my desk and look out the beautiful French window at the vines covering the building across from me while I listen to someone play piano in the apartment below while the birds chirp along.  Usually while eating a 9 foot baguette, not surprising.

Confession: 2 nights ago, after eating quite a large dinner, I came home and then proceeded to eat a substantially giant block of cheese & finished off a jar of Nutella with just the jar and a spoon (I don’t even pretend to use the crepe anymore...it was just getting in the way).  There I said it, it’s out there.  Cheese block.  Nutella jar.  I’m not allowed to buy anymore.  

Okay cheese is still allowed, but Nutella is BANNED. 

Your soon to be fat friend,
Julie